☻Wᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ ғᴀᴛᴇ-oc x oc DISCONTINUED

Repetition?

Arche's POV:
I opened my eyes and sighed deeply 'here we go again' I thought and got up slowly from my warm bed,I stumbled towards the bathroom and got ready for school after that I trudged downstairs and put the house.

I knew that my family was asleep still and I couldn't be bothered to say 'Good Morning mother and father dearest' I gagged at the thought of that,they don't deserve any love from me.I was just striding my way to PRISON but of course if I was striding I would need my resting b*tch face.

Nearly,at the prison I saw a group of people just waiting to head in "excitedly" like 'ew how can you like school' I rolled my eyes and waited until the gates opened.As time passed they finally opened it but my body said 'NOPE YOU ARE STAYING HERE AND SLEEPING' so I napped.

So there I was asleep until the annoying bell rang,I flinched at the noise and got up then rushed to my class so I wouldn't get detention but my god I was running like Usain f*cking bolt.

Luckily I got into the school building and into class in time before the teacher did the registrar,I sat down in my seat which was in the corner obviously I thank the teacher for that.

Time skip to lunch:
Here I was outside sitting on the windowsill which was on the ground floor so I wasn't high up in the air,I ain't that su*cidal or emoish as they like to call it in my school.Apparently wearing black is being emo like NO IT ISN'T EMILY.

I sighed again waiting for this day to finish so I could rest again and not worry about a thing but that's not how it works,whatever is bothering you will never go away it will just stay there in your head and make you go insane.

Fortunately,I don't get bullied so I ain't like those    y/n's in fanfics who get 'bullied' or 'abused' and says crap like ' "I can fix/help him"' that type of writing pisses me off and those type of y/ns who are short,skinny,white,blonde,blue eyes because no just no there are other different types of people too mate.

Therefore,I say that we fix the standards of y/n as a writer (of smu- no I'm just kidding ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)unless..) myself,since the beauty standards for y/n are just unfair I pout while thinking about this.

Noisily,the bell rings signalling that it's time to go back to class,I sighed and slung my bag over my shoulder then shuffled off to whatever class I had next.Come to think of I can't remember so I just headed off into a random classroom which was Drama.

This class I actually enjoy because it's a safe space for me and I guess it was my next class 'I have such great luck' I thought and smirked a little and there we head off into the vast world of ✨Drama✨.

At the end of the day:
Finally,the day had ended I stretched my arms out and heard a click in my back which felt good.I sighed happily then walked off with a little bounce.

When you guessed it I bumped into someone'classic y/n moment' I thought and looked at the person and apologised but I saw that this person had nice pink hair that looked pink blonde and pretty nice eyes not orbs.I noticed I was staring and walked off embarrassed 'another classic y/n moment' I pondered.

In the end,I wondered what that person's name was and who they were but who knows and I can't be bothered.Rushing home I ran inside then flew past my family into my room onto my bed and napped.